You know that moment when the plane touches down in Manila, the cabin erupts in polite applause (no judgement here), and your brain whispers, “Ah sh*t, here we go again”? That’s not dread. That’s muscle memory. Welcome to the Philippines, where the warmth of the people is matched only by the wall of warm, wet air that slaps you in the face the second the aircraft door opens. Whether you’re a wide-eyed first-timer or a seasoned balikbayan who has fought this battle a dozen times, one truth unites us all: nobody is ever fully ready for the NAIA Terminals. Ninoy Aquino International Airport is less a single airport and more…